In my lifetime I use only a few
Some authentic brands fridges
I had one that's green
Two greys that's all
Refrigerators seem like good friends
They store up foods for me
especially when I am hungry
I learned up a few recipes, dig into it to see what cooks best with what
to the best I can
but
Sometimes my fridge goes like this; gong! gong! gong!
Is he angry or tired?
I do not know
Tired of all the stuffs?
Then, I know it is time to clear some.
On the way clearing I found some old stuffs I could not even recognise
yeah, not fit eating.
My refrigerator is coughing
My refrigerator is having irregular heartbeats
Angry I know
Sometimes refuses to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. You need to defrost now and then to give space to breathe